Lyrics:
(man)
Baby, it's obvious that I ain't yo guy
I ain't gon' lie, I'll fill your space
And forget your face, I swear I will
St. Barths, Anguilla,
St. Nick
Moving bricks like it's Black Friday
She gotta fuck me or call me a fat crybaby
Looking over my shoulder, I can't trust a soul
Bought
thread
The merchants gather at St. George's Hall
To unveil the kneeling slave who is carved upon the wall
So picture the scene on the old Salt House
(man)
Baby, it's obvious that I ain't yo guy
I ain't gon' lie, I'll fill your space
And forget your face, I swear I will
St. Barths, Anguilla,
And shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
I knew, I could get away if I had a chance
But I was shakin' like I had the St. Vitus dance
So I tried to crawl in under
I'm relaxed
Grab the St. Ides brew so I can max
Sittin' by the window 'cause it's so fuckin' hot
And then I heard a shot (boom!)
you talking to, baby I'm grown
M-J-B
M-J-B
M-J-B
Michael Kors gear on
And Valentino
Yves St. Laurent Platforms- Malandrino
Full lips
Sable
you talking to, baby I'm grown
M-J-B
M-J-B
M-J-B
Michael Kors gear on
And Valentino
Yves St. Laurent Platforms- Malandrino
Full lips
Sable
the main dish
Not the old range, that was a lame bitch
Brazilian weave, she say I came quick
I let her see a hundred ki's, a different St. Nick
Moving bricks
tight mister lover
(I love it when you)
Do it like I do it
Like I said
Keep it up, boy
We can do this all day
Be my Harlem
And my St. Tropez
Never
is Salman I'm from Beirut, Lebanon
I'm from New York
I'm from Mexico
St. Peters, Missouri
Northern California
Albuquerque, New Mexico
North
Ju Ju man
Doc says you're fine, or dying
Please
Nine-oh-nine, St. John Divine on the line, my pulse is fine
But I'm running down the road like
me tight mister lover
(I love it when you)
Do it like I do it
Like I said
Keep it up, boy
We can do this all day
Be my Harlem
And my St. Tropez
Ju Ju man
Doc says you're fine, or dying
Please
Nine-oh-nine, St. John Divine on the line, my pulse is fine
But I'm running down the road like
towards
Groovin' yours
We mash up St. Marteen
(And it's all good)
We dig each gig together
Gettin downs the business
We're just hittin' yo
It's of a bold young smuggler
From Fortune he did sail
He rode the waves from St. Pierre
And never saw the jail
He filled her up with contraband
St-st-st-st-sticky sap
Tryna pull me back
Pull me back
Flytrap
Venus Flytrap
Hanging on by a thread
Oh lord already wish i was dead
Not your Venus
But I'm the fire
spot
Decides to pull his gun and lets a few of them off
Missed who he's aiming for, six feet away's the door
Into St. Andrew's Hall, now the strays
spot
Decides to pull his gun and lets a few of them off
Missed who he's aiming for, six feet away's the door
Into St. Andrew's Hall, now the strays
fire
Can you feel it
Burning like fire
Burning like fire
Burning like fire
Here's St. Peter at the door
He was there the night before
His eyes
i got rabies
Fire off the head I’m like hades
Bumping future everyday like save me
Puss great i can hit it in St. Albans
Drinking Dussé so a nigga
people say she juggled fire in a dish
Clear day on the bayou of St. John
She raised her hands and caused a 'lectrical storm
She was a treacherous lady
She
to jack me
Exactly, what the fuck you thought you was gon' pull?
Fool, try to jack a St. Clair true, you lose, you lose
Nigga, I'm a tell you 'bout these
that St. Vitus dance
I tried to crawl in under a bath tab
When a policeman said, "Where are you goin' there, bub?"
Now they got us out of there like
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